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He'll Know what I am Talking About
"The sun is nice."
"The lack of giant things chasing me is nice."
"Always cynical Ian."
"No, me cynical?"
A wry smile forms.
"No, the other Ian on this boat."
"I'm starting to wish you had died back there."
"That's not a very nice thing to say Ian."
"Of course not."
"Remember your promise?"
"Yes."
"Good."
Years pass, one day the phone rings.
"Hello? Is this Ian Malcom?"
"Yes."
"This is Santa Clara hospital, um Richard Levine is here and has asked us to call you."
Heart flutters.
"Yes, what is it?"
"He said to tell you, ah, that you gave your word. I'm not sure what he means. Said you would know what he was talking about."
"…Oh… What is he there for?"
"Cancer sir."
"…When is he going to – ah – pass away?"
"Soon sir. Shall I tell him that you are coming?'
"Tell him to humor me. He'll know what I mean."
TBC
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